Until he came

I look at Carsyn Johnly, my best friend since ninth grade.

Being a gay dude, youd think that I’m short, with lots of peircings and a high pitched voice, but you got me all wrong.

I don’t wear bright colors... or at least not any more.

All I wear is black, black shoes, pants, shirt, jacket, even my hair is black.

But my life was almost so different.

My mom almost survived a car crash, she was so close and then at the final second, she gave up... and died. So close...

She died along with my sister, Alexandria, who was murdered. She was hunted down by a crazy group of boys who wanted revenge, revenge for something she didn’t do.

Then one day we took a walk, and “BANG!” She was shot dead.

After that my dad was the only peice of me I had left, but he turned on me, said that it was my fault that my sister died.

But there was only one thing you got right about me, I’m short.